Paroles de 510, 213

Ha ha ha. to thug or not to thug? to g or not to g? see that's theQuestion. everytime i hit l.a. i get love you know cause i'm from the bayDub c, big syke you know spice 1. feel me

Count the dollars on the lexy don't waste your timeLet it shine let it shine let it shineMizzolas and 850 flossin' i'm tossin'Doobies up out the window smokin' often coughin'Chokin' hard up off the indo smokeMy mens with extra clips hennessy lemon squeeze begin to dip on meThe g with the strap up on my sideKeepin' these haters apon they toes cause they know i'm ready to rideHide but you can't get awayThis is your dead homie you should of put your tool awayBut you still pull it on me, see i ain't trippin'I got foot soldiers that do dirt for meLove me enough to hurt for me and do some work for meBlack roses is sent to the families with all the lives lostKill 'em soft pay off my henchmen like a mob bossMobster ballin' out the hooptieWho could it be? s.p.i.c.e

5-1-0 and 2-1-3 is you a baller or a g?

Sound like baller i'm caught up in troubled timesDestiny knows help me free my mindWhat can i do but stay true and be a manI'm just doin' what i canMigrate to oakland lay low with my dog spiceHang out with killers and dodge deviceGotta pay the price took a life or maybe two (was it two?)I wouldn't of done it if i didn't have toIn the wrong place at the right time evil minds learkin'Thought i was over peerkin' searchin' for a home i feel aloneOn these cold streets, sleepin' on couches with no sheetsGod guide me hide me from incarceration and start this despirationI'm facin' more time then i really got to giveDamn i wanna live in 2-1-3

5-1-0 and 2-1-3 is you a baller or a g?

It's the dub s.c. o.g. paroleeAnd although deez steadily grinding for cheeseTrunk fulla keys on my way o.t. from 5-1-0 to the 2-1-3I puts it down bendin' the corner with my all blue chevyMy mind on gettin' the fetti, my heater cocked back and readyWith g's crime related, affilated eyes fadedBig bodies paper plated stayin' shaded for federatedMy crews full of nothin' but riders high off the remyChuck taylors neck pieces and knitted beenies (uh ha)Mashin' on the regular hustlin' day and nightWent from chronic to water but now we pushin' the china whiteMuch loved by many but now by many hatedTrippin' off the the haters lookin' mad cause we made itBut don't get mad at me because i executed the gameI got my hustle on loc you can do the same